Mike Faulkner (August 15,1991 / Baltimore, MD)

My life, filled with solitude and gratitude.
I myself am happy to share this never ending lonliness.
It is not lonliness familiar to material,
But loneliness to immaterial.
My mind is a constant whirlwind of pain and sorrow,
Leaping through and through from my mind straight to my heart.
Hurting myself from within.
I call to all those around me. Please come to me.
Help my mind decipher itself. Help my heart calm the darkness within.
Pull my thoughts to the edge and whirl the inner,
Forever entrapping the shadows so they themselves will never again hurt.

Bring me some paper and a pen. I need to write these thoughts, these feelings.
Show all others that they are not alone, they have someone who also shares what they go through.
How foolish I am to think that I am alone in this. To think I allowed the darkness to trap me, hurt me, kill me.
I am alive and back again to help others.
QUICK THAT PAPER! ;

To all those around me, from within to the world.
I write to you, speak to you.
Feel my words and urgency.
You are and never were alone.
Head my words and take in great assault.
Your minds are in war,
Not with the world,
But within you.
Pull the darkness out and hurt it.
It no longer controls you.
You must come to terms with this.
Stop blaming the world for your troubles.
The world is only doing what it naturally does.
It is you that needs to be blamed.
The darkness you created inside of you.
The pain you created.
Destroy the darkness you created inside of you.
The pain you created.
Destroy the darkness and you'll no longer have the need to blame.

Please head my warnings, I ask of you to please try and fix yourself.

Sincerely, your mind.